Mirror blues

(Picasso 1932 Girl before mirror )

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This mirror’s lookingback at me it shows me linesa fine debris & all that I’ve becomedissolving in the dawn is waiting, waiting,waiting for renewal. The garden knows myname, I smell its scent I breathe the warmthof living earth & know that deep beneath thecrusted crest of winter lies a world that’s waitingwaiting waiting, to renew us.